“I’ll get it.” Zhao Ping was about to open the bottle and pour the wine when Zhao Qin snatched it away. He first poured a full glass for his older brother, then poured himself a glass, put down the bottle, raised his glass and clinked it with his brother's.,Zhao Qin was a little amused and touched. In another time, this kind of treatment seemed to have been something he only enjoyed before the age of ten. He didn't expect that even at 22, he could still enjoy a big drumstick.,"Sigh, he won't let me pick out dishes, and he doesn't pick much either. I wonder if he's full." Zhao Ping lit a cigarette and took a puff.。